Shoot for the moon my love but be back for tea.

I have been reflecting on the children's books that have caused most chaos in our house.

Since we got Jez Alborough's Tall from the library, about a monkey who climbs progressively onto bigger and bigger animals to pursue his dream to be tall, my two year old has become obsessed with being tall.  A while back we lovingly nicknamed him Mountain Goat, because he loved climbing.  Now we are merely human climbing frames in his quest for height.   In seconds a cuddle turns into a foot on my shoulder, hands gripping my hair, snotty face grinning with satisfaction as his other foot battles for leverage in my cleavage. 'Tall! Tall! Tall!' he chants, hanging on to my hair for dear life.  Thanks a lot for that Jez.

The Way Back Home by Oliver Jeffers has filled my daughter's head with the idea that space travel is something you can easily achieve of a Tuesday afternoon, and as long as you have enough petrol, and while you're in space, why not catch a star or two?  It didn't take long for all this to become 'Mummy I want to go to the moon and you're not letting me' did it?  A huge tantrum over my refusal to provide a bonafide good to go spaceship, whilst driving.  (Although I don't mind soooo much because that post has been nominated for Best Post in the MADs).

I want my children to aim high, reach for the stars, shoot for the moon.  Perhaps a little less literally sometimes.  Still, these are absolutely brilliant and inspiring books.  The Way Back Home is on tour at theatres round the country. Very excited to have tickets to fill my children's heads with more schemes.

Does anyone else have any children's books that incite antisocial behaviour?